The black-haired young man was lying on his back on the sofa in the living room.

He really likes this posture recently.

The sofa in the living room was scrapped at the beginning of the month due to the white dog Huo Huo. Bai Su simply bought a softer one that he could sink into completely.

Humans may sit there and not like it, but he likes it very much.

He raised his head, clasped his hands on his abdomen, and looked straight ahead. A stack of papers hung in front of him, held up by two white "palms", and he flipped through the pages as the owner thought.

Bai Su is looking at the information of the original human parents.

The cold words record people's life, old age, illness and death. Since it is just a report for people to watch, there are no modified words and no unnecessary descriptions. Everything is simplified just for the purpose of recording.

Human Bai Su's father's name is Bai Hetong, and his mother's name is Tao Ya. They had ordinary upbringings, ordinary backgrounds, ordinary families, and there were no big ups and downs in elementary school, junior high school, high school and college.

Then they met at a sorority party in the name of blind date after work, and it was natural for them to get to know each other and fall in love, and then gave birth to their only child, Bai Su.

It's quite normal to record it here, so ordinary that it can be stuffed into a shredder and destroyed on the spot.

Transformation begins when humans are ten years old.

Two adults heard the news about a MLM organization from somewhere, and despite the dissuasion of their relatives, they resigned from their jobs and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the MLM organization's business.

This MLM organization is called... Bai Su asked Bai Palm to turn over the paper for him, and then handed it closer. He really couldn't understand what was on the picture printed on the paper.

"Is there no text?" Bai Su muttered.

There is no written text in the information. It may be that this small MLM organization is not worth mentioning.

There are fewer and fewer normal records about the two adults, and they visit more places that have no name on the map. Such days continued until the human Baisu graduated from junior high school.

Two adults died in an accident.

The report of this accident is also attached, but judging from the report records, this was a very ordinary accident.

At least according to the police who went to the scene at the time, there was no strange force behind it.

Is this really the case? Bai Su directed Bai Palm and pulled the color photo in front of his eyes.

The resolution of the photo taken nearly ten years ago is a bit low now, but you can still catch a glimpse of the few red spots left on the picture.

It's not a blood-like existence, but a thick accumulation of... candles?

It was indeed a candle, and the cause of the accident was attributed to fire.

It is said that because the address where the pyramid scheme was previously conducted was discovered, it was moved to a member's home. This member had the habit of offering religious offerings. The crowd was so panicked that he knocked over the altar. He was not aware of it for a moment, and by the time he discovered it, it was too late to escape.<

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Is this really the case? Bai Su asked the question for the second time.

He either didn't want to think too much, or just scanned the few photos he could see repeatedly.

It may be that the special department has greater authority. The document sent to Bai Su contains all kinds of photos, both of the scene and of the deceased, but most of the deceased were burnt black, and it is impossible to tell who is who without special explanation.

There were not many signs of struggle, and the bodies burned to death in the room almost all appeared in a relaxed and natural state.

It seems that they deserve to be burned to death and should not leave the fire scene.

The most bizarre thing about the entire accident was this. However, the autopsy did not detect sleeping pills and other ingredients in the body, so we can only write down other speculations.

If you have to talk about a cult... maybe it is worshiped in this believer's home.

A few pieces of paper were turned to the end. This is all the records about Bai Su's parents.

From birth to death, a human life can be summarized in just a few pages.

Of course, if you write down everything you do every day in detail, the record of your life will take a lot of paper to write, even for a human being with a life span of only thirty years.

After finishing reading the information like reading a leisure book, Bai Su closed his eyes, and released the white palm holding the paper, and the scattered papers fell down one after another.

One covered the black-haired young man's face, rising and falling with his breathing.

The black-haired young man seemed to have slept and rested, but the white dog beside him still had to work.

The poodle sitting in a circle of fill lights is thinking, why is it here?

The camera is pointed at it, the microphone is also facing it, and the computer is placed on a table not far away. With the eyesight of a white dog, you can naturally see what is being used in the open live broadcast room.

The barrage is nothing more than scolding its main body for using dogs to live broadcast for a long time, and there are also barrages asking if it is in the wrong zone. The rest of the barrages are crazy about dog broadcasting, hoping that the white dog will move more.

Below, they have many screenshots.

Those last barrage words already had a somewhat fanatical tone, which made Bai Quan very proud.

It stood up, turned around in a circle, and raised its head toward the camera.

From beginning to end, the white dog never showed its eyes, which has become one of the unsolved mysteries in the live broadcast room - what are the eyes of Xiaobai No. 2?

Another unsolved mystery is the gender of the white dog. It is clear that the white dog shows its belly and tail many times, but no audience can tell whether it is a male or a female.

[Xiao Bai No. 2 is awesome——]

[Much more diligent than the owner of the live broadcast room.]

[Has anyone kept statistics on the duration of broadcasting? I always feel that if this continues, the host of the live broadcast room will have to be replaced.]

[Wow, go and see the news, little white hair’s news!]

The person who received the new news was still lying on the sofa and taking a nap without moving the paper on his face, while his clone was still squatting in front of the camera. After a few seconds, he lay lazily on the ground.

The audience went to the platform to take a look and found that Bai Su's account had indeed posted a new update.

Dynamically explained the follow-up to the live broadcast of "Bringing Goods" two days ago.

The special department actually organized a house for sale in the same villa area as the murder house. The address is clearly listed there. If you search it, you may be able to find relevant intermediary information.

Attached are a few photos. The interior decoration of the house is exactly the same as the pictures taken in the live broadcast room. Even if it is done in a hurry, it can still impress the ability of human beings to deal with the aftermath.

It's really good, I can give it five stars.

As for the other scenes in the live broadcast room, thanks to Bai Su’s incompatible painting style with the other two humans, all the performances were understood as scripts.

The special department responded half-heartedly and half-heartedly, and even found a young actor who looked like that naughty kid to introduce him and give it a try.

Although some people ask whether this type of live broadcast is not allowed to be broadcast, under the official privileges, these double-standard issues are nothing.

In the live broadcast room, after some research on selling houses and reposting them, the live broadcaster pressed the repost button with the intention of joining in the fun. More people still wanted the photos of the white dog.

Unfortunately, no matter how many comments are posted, the owner of the live broadcast room cannot see them.

[Xiaobai No. 2 seems to have touched the camera just now... is that sleeping head in the back?]

[...It must be a novice! This black head looks familiar to me.]

[Reported by pet broadcaster.]

[Is there paper all over the floor?]

In addition to watching the dogs in the live broadcast room, I tried hard to study the scene behind me. Finally, Leeuwenhoek saw the paper. The next step was to see what was written on the paper——

"Woof!" The white claws suddenly approached, and the camera went black for an instant, "Woof!"

As soon as question marks appeared on the barrage, the camera was released and the light returned.

The angle of the camera was pushed, and the huge dog’s head was pressed against the camera.

Then, the camera moved again.

[...Is this Xiaobai No. 2 adjusting the camera??]

[Yes.]

[Yaoshou, this is too smart, is there really no one to direct it?]

[Don’t delay your children from going to school, send Xiaobai No. 2 to study.]

I don’t know what the barrage said touched the white dog, and the white poodle jumped back warily and moved away from the screen.

With this concession, the people in the live broadcast room could clearly see the changed picture.

The white dog's tugging was to move away a few pieces of paper that were originally exposed in the live broadcast room. However, the direction it fiddled with was in the opposite direction, causing more paper to fall into the mirror on the other side.

The white dog remained eerily silent.

Then it stuck out its tongue innocently, turned its back and prepared to jump back, jump onto the papers, and make a big fuss.

[Wait a minute, Xiaobai is no longer on the sofa.]

[Yes, the sofa is empty.]

[Is the anchor finally getting up to go on air?]

A few seconds later, the jumping white dog was grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted into the air.

Then the hand holding the poodle approached the camera step by step. The owner of the hand and half of his legs were photographed, and an inaudible murmur of "Why are you so stupid?" floated over.

Finally, half of the face of the black-haired young man came in. He opened and closed his mouth a few times and said ruthlessly: "Today's live broadcast is almost over, Bai...Xiao Bai No. 2 is about to be broadcast."

The tone is lazy and intolerant of rejection, and the barrage of words to persuade me to stay is useless.

[No! Xiaobai, look at what you broadcast in your live broadcast room today!]

[I just had lunch, and I crossed out the cooking skills I promised, and there’s a live broadcast of dark cooking!]
To be continued...